CHORUS.

Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, now come along, oh do;

Oh, what will uncle Gabriel say? ya eh eh eh ya eh eh eh;

What will Uncle Gabriel say, why Jinny can’t you come along too?

I blow’d de horn, I call’d de dog, and tell him for to bark;

I hunt all night in de hollow log, but de coon he still keep dark;

At last I hear de ole coon sneeze, de dog he fly around,

And on to him he den did freeze, and pull him to the ground.

_Chorus._--Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.

De coon he lay upon de ground, as stiff as any post;

I knock him den upon de head, and he gabe up de ghost;

I took him to de old log house, as soon as he suspire;

He look’d just like a little mouse, and we roast him on de fire.

_Chorus._--Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.

De niggers dey come all around, and kick up a debil of a splutter.

Dey eat de coon and clar de ground, to dance de chicken flutter,

Dey dance all night till de broke of day, to a tune on de old banjo,

And den dey all did gwan away, before de chicken crow.

_Chorus._--Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.

66

He led Her to the Altar.

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He led her to the altar,

But the bride was not his chosen;

He led her with a hand as cold

As though its pulse had frozen.

Flowers were crush’d beneath his tread,

A gilded dome was o’er him;

But his brow was damp, and his lips were pale,

As the marble steps before him.